"What the fuck was that?" he yells. "I asked you to do one thing! One fucking thing!" He's pissed. He's furious. But you are too. And you cannot deal with his anger towards over something you made very clear that you couldn't do. What did he expect? All your years of trauma and fear just suddenly disappear because he said you could do it? It takes time! It takes effort! It's not that easy to fix. So of course, you're pissed because he put you in a situation that he knew you couldn't handle. Just saying, "It's okay. You can do it," is not enough! You needed him next to you. You need him to do it! Not you!
You throw your notebook on the ground and stomp your foot. "I told you I couldn't do it! You wouldn't listen!"
"You need to fucking grow up!"
"I can't!" you scream. How can you when you're still stuck living in the past? How can you when everyone's love for the heroes is growing while yours isn't? How can you when the two people who meant most to you are dead?
"I put my trust in you and you failed your mission! It was fucking simple! You had to ask for a fucking autograph!" he yells, throwing a hand up in anger.
You flinch but yell right back. "What did you except?! I can't do anything!"
He grips his hair, shaking his head, trying so damn hard not to use his quirk. "Do you know how dangerous that was?" he yells. "You are now on the heroes radar! They know you because you were a sobbing mess out there!"
"I wasn't even talking to heroes!" you scream.
He shakes his head, beginning to pace again. "You were talking to UA students! They're going to tell the pros about you and you'll be on their mind wondering if you've been taken hostage!"
"I wouldn't have failed if you just sent someone else! Why did you have to send me? You know I can't talk to people!"
"I sent you because you have to learn how to use your fucking words! I can't always be there to talk for you! I am not your fucking parent!"
"Then stop babying me!" you scream, tears flooding down your cheeks. You suck in a breath, one hand clutching your shirt over your heart, the other wrapped around your waist, holding your aching stomach.
"Babying you? How the fuck am I babying you?" he yells.
"I barely walk anymore! You carry me around all the time! I have a curfew when I should be asleep! You prepare my meals even if it's simple! You act like you care for me but I don't think you do! And you're overprotective!"
He rolls his eyes, pacing the floor. You're lucky no one else is in the bar. That's not to say they can't hear your fighting from upstairs. You aren't trying to be quiet. You're trying to express your emotions. You're trying to release the pent up emotions you've bottled for so long.
"You're pathetic," he seethes.
You gasp, pain flooding your features, pain marking it's way into your soul. "Well you're not any better," you say back quietly.
"No but at least I know how to fucking talk to people. At least I wouldn't have failed that mission!"
"Then why didn't you just go yourself?" you scream. "Why send me?"
"The heroes know about me! I'm not a secret but you are! We had one shot to make sure they wouldn't suspect you for anything and now they do! Now you're in danger!"
"So what? Why the fuck do you care?!" you scream. You don't swear often. The words don't phase you when they're said but swearing has never been something you did often. Only when you were upset, which was rare. But you just have so much pent-up emotions you have to turn them somewhere and right now, anger feels like the best way.
And in truth, why does he care? Why is he so hooked on you? He seems to like carrying you around, telling you what to do. But why? What's so special about you?
Dabi moves so quickly. He's so fast. In one second, he's got you shoved against the wall, his body pressing down on yours as he towers over you with anger in those turquoise eyes of his. He's smoking and you can feel the heat radiating from him. It's scary.
"I care because I fucking like you," he seethes. "Is that what you want me to say? I can't get you out of my head and it's starting to piss me off. Because what's so special about you? Why am I so strung up on you? Hell, I wish I knew. Maybe it's because you remind me of someone. Maybe it's because you're too good for me and I want what I can't fucking have! Maybe it's because you're the one person who knows how to comfort me! Maybe it's because you rub my scars as if they don't scare you! Maybe it's because I don't feel like you're disgusted by me! But I fucking like you! And I hate that I do because I'm not a good person, Mouse," he says, his voice cracking at the end. "I kill people. I'm a monster. I'm unworthy. I'm useless. I'm weak. I'm a mistake! You can do so much better but I would rather kill myself and every single person in the room before I let you go to someone else! Because I'm possessive! And I'm over protective because I have lost too many people in this life to lose another. You're the one person, besides Shigaraki, Toga, Twice, and Compress that has shown me what it's like to be appreciated." He sighs, leaning his head down and closing his eyes. "I thought if I threw you into the deep end, made you like me, it would make me worthy of your love."
Worthy. . . of your love? He wants to be worthy of your love? And he. . . he likes you? You take a deep breath, closing your eyes. Dabi just poured his feelings out to you and you don't have much time before he realizes and shuts down. So you have to quickly reply. And you have to make sure he knows you mean it.
"You're not disgusting," you say breathlessly.
"What?"
"You are not weak. You are not a mistake. You are not ugly. You are not stupid. You're not a monster. You're not unworthy. You're not useless. You're not a disappointment! You're not a bad person! You're not—"
You gasp, shocked by what's happening. But you don't pull away. You don't pull away because he's finally kissing you. His lips are on yours and he's begging for more. He's giving you what you wanted. And he's going to make sure you remember it. He's tugging at your waist, pulling you closer so you can wrap your arms around his neck and tug at his hair. He groans, pushing your further against the wall as he uses his tongue to pry your lips open. You let him in willingly. You let his tongue sweep in to brand you. Claim you. His hands roughly go to your thighs so he can lift you up and press you against the wall. His lips move down your jaw roughly, his teeth grazing your skin. You shudder with pleasure. It feels so good. He makes it feel so good. He nudges your jaw with his nose, begging for more access so you give it to him. You tilt your head up, your breath heavy with desire as he bites down on your neck, making you squeal with a mix of pain and ecstasy. He only smiles before devouring your lips again, his hands hot, so damn hot on your thighs and his lips only hotter. You won't be surprised if your lips are swollen or slightly bruised. He's not being gentle in this moment. But don't mind. You seem to like it rough. Your tears get caught in the kiss, the salty taste making Dabi kiss you harder. He carries you over to the booth where he lies you down on the table, shoving the napkins and glasses to the floor. You can't help but moan. With the way his body is pressed up against yours, with the way he hungrily and sloppily kisses your lips, you want more. You want him to please you everywhere. You know he'd be good at it.
But he pulls away, knowing that's what you want. Knowing you want more. You whine, tugging at him for more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more.
He smiles, his breath hot against your skin as he traces the bite mark on your neck. "Mmmm," he hums. "So needy, aren't you?" You avert your eyes, biting your lip. But that only makes him wrap his hand around your throat and force you to look at him. "You want to get fucked by me, don't you?" You whimper, your hands now on his chest as you hold fistfuls of his shirt. "How sweet. Maybe some other day I'll fuck you till you cry. But we have to train for the mission coming up. And I need you to be able to walk, Little Mouse."
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